Today's poetry

The Suitcase on the Bed

Coming or going,

It all looks the same.

Empty bed, unshared.

One suitcase with keepsakes.

My worldly possessions

Trimmed to nothing. 

If I could, the suitcase would

Become a backpack.

Freedom from the weight 

Of this unshared bed.

Possessions behind me.

Great expectations ahead.